The boy with the grey eyes

Fights lead to mental breaks

NALA'S POV

I woke up wrapped in sheets, I heard glass shatter and someone hiss in pain, I wrapped myself in the sheet and walked out of the bathroom, I saw Justin with shards of glass stuck in his hand causing blood to flow down his arm,

"Baby are you okay?", I asked him, his eyes turned pitch black again as he turned to me

"No i'm not!! Do you know what it's like to have your YOUR OWN MOTHER AND SPECIALISTS TELL YOU YOUR BRAIN IS UNDER DEVELOPED YOURE A PSYCHOPATH, AND THATS WHY I SNAP SO MUCH?! THAT I CANT FEEL REMORSE LET ALONE LOVE?! I'm crazy... IM FUCKING CRAZY! And I shouldn't be able to love you...but I do", I stood there in shock, did he just say he loved me? or maybe I-

"I didn't mean to snap like that...i'm gunna clean up my arm, you get ready...ill show you around the town", he spat coldly while looking down, he rushed past me and slammed the dot behind him causing a rush of wind to blow in my face

After I had gotten out of the shower I changed into skeleton leggings and a 'the clash' tee shirt, I slipped on a pair of white vans and jogged from the little back bedroom down the stairs into the living room. Justin was sitting on the old tattered couch, he had fixed up his hand and was wearing white basketball shorts with a white tee shirt, a red bandana was tied around his head, black nike socks with his red high topped Jordan's. When he saw me he stood up an slowly walked towards me, he stopped right in front of me, he slightly bent down to wrap his arms around my small waist, I don't know if this was his way of saying he's sorry for snapping at me or what but he's never done this before, he's never been like this before, he soon let go and nodded his head towards the door, we walked around the town and he would point out small things to me, the park he used to play at, his old school, his friends houses, but then when we saw a beautiful blonde girl with a pixie hair cut and 3 kids, he froze in his tracks

"Let's go back to the house",

"No tell me about her", he sat down on the bench by us and patted the spot next to him telling me to sit there, once I sat down he leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees and clenching his hands together, then he began

"She was 15 and two more she'd be a whore, no one ever told her it was the wrong way... I gave her all that I had to give, salty tears were running down her chin, ruining the makeup she didn't need, a cigarette pressed between her lips but I was starring at her tits, I tried tried as hard as I can but I'm only just a man, so I banged her in the can it was the wrong way. The only family that she ever had was her 7 older brothers and her drunk ass dad, he needed money so her put her on the street, everything was going fine until she met me. I'd make her happy when she's sad, I even shot her dad, it was the wrong way. We would sit up and talk all night just to try to make it right. I told her we'd run away and get married someday. She gave me all that she had to give, she took a hike, it didn't matter what I liked cause she only wanted it the wrong way. I gave her all that I had to give but she still didn't want it. Tears filled her big brown eyes, I can't believe I made her cry and ruined the makeup I never wanted", just as he finished she passed by, he stood up and shouted after her

"ANNIE", she turned around with a smile, but that smile dropped when she saw it was Justin

"What do you want?", she spat at him

"Yo I just wanted to say I shouldn't have done what I did to you",

"I DONT WANT AN APOLOGY FROM A FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!" She screamed back at him before taking the hand of the kid next to her and marching down the street, Justin turned towards me with his eyes black, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the street towards his moms house, when he entered the house he slammed the door behind us and focused his anger on his mom who was sitting on the couch

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE CALLED A PSYCHO EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE", she flinched at his sudden out burst, she opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off before he could

"Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?! I have! I've been protested and demonstrated against! Sick as the mind of the mother fucking kid that's behind! See they trigger me but they never figure me out! Look at me now! I bet your sick of me now ain't you mama!",

"JUSTIN STOP SHES YOUR MOTHER", I screamed at him but he didn't even look at me he just started up again

"No I'm gunna expose it, I was 7 your daughter wasn't even 3, and my faggot father must of had his panties up in a bunch cause he split, never even told me why, I was sad but noemi just fucking wish he would die, if I had a kid I couldn't picture leaving there side even if I hated Nals, I'd grit my teeth and try to make it work for her at least for there sake I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human! But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets out of my gun I would of killed nala! Me and her both! This is my life I'd like to welcome you to the freak show",

"When were you planning on killing me?", I asked quietly but he never responded just started up on his rant again

"Just try to envision your mom popping pills in the kitchen, going threw government systems, but I grew up and I blew up it makes you sick to your stomach doesn't it! But what hurts me most is you won't admit that you're wrong! BITCH KEEP TELLING ME THAT YOU WERE A MOM! I hope you burn in hell for this shit! Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? We'll guess what I am dead! Dead to you as can be!", his mom was a crying mess on the couch, his protective stand dropped an he walked over to her, sitting next to her on the couch

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to let you down, I'm fucked up, now mom, I know he's not around, but don't place the blame on me... Fuck it", he spat before running out of the house

JUSTINS POV

I couldn't think straight I couldn't breath right, I felt sick, everything was moving, I was stumbling, I felt like I was drunk then...it all went black...

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I woke up in a haze, everything was blurry but once I regained my vision I noticed I was in a room with white walls and cement floors, white walls that had things written on them in blood, and a single light build swung back and forth from its old rusty chain. I remember this room... I looked down at what I was soaked in, thick red goo, blood, I must have blacked out again... Shit not again...